Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

——This person is Sun Jing.

In the darkness, Jiang Wenluo couldn't see Sun Jing's expression clearly. She also seemed to be startled, covering her mouth and almost screaming.

"It's me..." Jiang Wenluo said immediately.

Sun Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

She pointed up to Song Zhiyuan's room, and listened to the movement above with Jiang Wenluo.

Song Zhiyuan had to stand up every minute, and he paced around the room, as if he was anxious.

"He's like this every night—" Sun Jing said in a breathy voice, "I've heard it for several days, and he will go out with a shovel at twelve o'clock, and he doesn't know what to do."

When she spoke, there was a deep hidden excitement, beating like musical notes in the plain tone.

It was completely different from her previous appearance, a completely different person.

After waiting for 10 minutes, footsteps were heard from above again, and Song Zhiyuan really walked out again.

At this moment, Jiang Wenluo remembered, Song Zhiyuan murmured to himself during the first night: "I went out to find someone."

Jiang Wenluo and Sun Jing looked at each other, and the two quickly returned to their rooms.

He had very good eyesight, so he happened to see Song Zhiyuan going out nervously, walking all the way to the foot of the mountain not far away, holding a shovel in his hand, walking back and forth around a river, his figure became very small.

"Going to find someone, and digging so many holes, could it be that in Song Zhiyuan's knowledge, Wu Qing is in the hole?

Was he buried after he died?Also a possibility. "

Jiang Wenluo pondered for a moment, opened the window lightly, and went outside.

"Judging from that oil painting, I feel that Song Zhiyuan has no feelings for Wu Qing."

Jiang Wenluo walked close to the wall, and he followed Song Zhiyuan silently, and slowly entered the mountain with him.

A crow was parked on a branch, looking down at Jiang Wenluo.But as if it was frightened, it didn't dare to scream, and flew away with its tail between its legs.

Liang Yaowen's aura was surrounding Jiang Wenluo's heart, Jiang Wenluo touched him, but he was not afraid of anything, and hid directly behind a tree.

Song Zhiyuan was two meters away.

"I'm looking at Song Zhiyuan right now, and Sun Jing may be looking at me too. She doesn't look right."

Listening to the voice, Song Zhiyuan was repeating over and over again: "Where are you, where are you?"

"Stop making trouble, come out quickly, it's so cold outside, come back quickly."

"It was my fault before... I will listen to you when you come back, and we will stop arguing."

His state is almost like a mental patient, his facial features are all wrinkled, he walks around bent over, looking anxious and tense.

At this time, Jiang Wenluo suddenly heard Song Zhiyuan call: "Xiaoqing..."

He is still digging a hole!

The shovel in his hand had a wooden handle without any protective cover, and now Song Zhiyuan's hands were rubbed red and swollen, and even dark blood flowed from the fingers, moving along the grain of the wood, staining a dark color.

There was nothing under the ground, Song Zhiyuan gritted his teeth as if he was about to collapse, and poked the ground with all his strength, his hands seemed not to know the pain, and he stubbornly wanted to find someone from these places.

His eyes were red, like a trapped animal crazily rushing into the cage, but in the end it was all in vain.

Soon he lost control of his emotions, knelt on the ground and screamed, his fists hit the ground muffled, again and again, and he didn't want to fake the pain.

Jiang Wenluo watched Song Zhiyuan suffer from not far away. Although he knew it was inappropriate, he suddenly felt empathy.

When he lost Liang Yaowen...it was the same.He would look for him everywhere, not believing that he was dead, go to his company, go to the park where they were dating to find someone, and sit for a whole day.

It may be that any different people, when they lose their loved ones, the pain is always the same.

——Even if death is caused by oneself.

"An accident must have happened to Wu Qing."

"But it's weird—"

"Obviously the possibility of slipping and falling into the water is very high...Why didn't Song Zhiyuan go to see that river?"

Wu Qing's body was so swollen that he could tell at a glance that his body had been soaked in water for a long time, his clothes were all soaked, and there was a lot of water in the room.

"I always feel that Wu Qing's death has nothing to do with him."

"There is a high probability that he drowned."

Another hour later, Jiang Wenluo stood behind the tree, his body hidden in the shadows, and only then did he see Song Zhiyuan walking home in a daze, carrying a shovel with his head down.Jiang Wenluo slowly backed away, heading in the opposite direction from Song Zhiyuan's home, and walked to a position where he could completely avoid Song Zhiyuan's sight.

——Now the river is at Jiang Wenluo's feet, and it looks bottomless.

He lowered his head and saw his own reflection. The rain fell on it drop by drop, forming small ripples, which soon merged with the river water. There was a faint band of light shining on it, which looked very deep. It was very peaceful, as if looking at it this way, I had no idea what was hidden inside.

After so many times, Jiang Wenluo's cleanliness has almost healed, and now he can even sit on the ground without any scruples, calmly take off his shoes and clothes, and put them aside.

Then he walked straight into the river, the water over his protruding ankle bone.

The river tastes very salty, like sea water, but inside it is still very clear.Jiang Wenluo held his breath, sank his whole body into the water, and headed down the water. He felt small fish swimming past his legs, which brought some slight itchiness, and it was slippery to the touch. There were also many aquatic plants swinging back and forth below. .

The oxygen in the lungs was quickly exhausted, Jiang Wenluo went down again to take another breath.

This time he had a harvest——

Not far away is a blur of white, and there are many small fish surrounding it, as if they are biting something.

Jiang Wenluo paddled through the water with both hands, and slowly swam over. He opened his eyes with difficulty.

To his surprise, without much effort, he easily found a person (or body) that had been dead for a long time - it was Wu Qing.

At this time, Jiang Wenluo was already suffering from suffocation, so he approached directly, wanting to bring Wu Qing's body to the shore.

... The scene in front of him terrified Jiang Wenluo, and he froze there for a long time.

Wu Qing's ankle was actually tied with a stone.

It's like...someone is afraid that he won't die completely, so he needs to add an insurance policy.

At this time, the cold notification sound suddenly appeared.

"Ding dong! Congratulations on unlocking the main mission: Wu Qing's wish."

Wu Qing's body was no different from the one Jiang Wenluo had seen before, the person who caused him to crash the car.It's just that the corpse's eyes are still open now, and the expression of disbelief still stays on his face.

His body was stiff, and the rope on his ankle was biting into his flesh.

After Jiang Wenluo went ashore, his body was covered in water. He felt very cold and shivered uncontrollably. His strength was exhausted.

"My mental quality is really well tempered now." Jiang Wenluo wiped his body twice with the clothes in his hand, and after putting on the clothes, he half-kneeled beside Wu Qing.

—the body wasn't even wearing shoes.

Jiang Wenluo stretched out his hand and touched his head, "The side of the head has collapsed a little, it should be a fatal injury."

He closed Wu Qing's eyes with his hand again, and only then did he see something inside his clothes, packed in a plastic bag, and put it in the inner pocket very preciously, with only one corner exposed.

So although his body is bloated, the photo is still intact, and what was once regarded as a treasure has been preserved in a sense forever.

Jiang Wenluo shook the water on the bag and pulled out the photo.

On the top is the rose that appeared in the school.

Jiang Wenluo glanced at Wu Qing, who had already lost her life, and murmured, "Put this one closest to Wu Qing's heart."

The latter one is an indoor photo of a small house. Song Zhiyuan is sitting alone in the living room, with two side-by-side rooms behind him.

And the last photo is blurry.

Wu Qing's body is neither rotten nor rotten, apart from the abnormality of his body, he looks as if he is asleep and having a long nightmare.

"Wu Qing's wish."

"What is your wish?"

Jiang Wenluo stood up, turned his head and looked not far away, those holes dug by Song Zhiyuan, he took a long time to exhale, "No matter what, let's put it in the ground for peace, and we can't leave it like this. "

He put on his clothes, slowly rolled up his sleeves, bent down, and lifted Wu Qing up.He held Wu Qing's back with his left hand, while his right hand passed through the bend of his leg, and hugged him horizontally.

This body is very heavy, but Jiang Wenluo doesn't feel tired, his head is always the same as Wu Qing's when he was alive - he looks very attractive, likes to smile, has dimples on his face, when he is acting like a baby with Song Zhiyuan like a child.

Putting the person in the pit, Jiang Wenluo stood up straight and looked down at him.

"Who is the one who killed you that made you have this expression? When he was dying, he couldn't believe all of this." Jiang Wenluo covered the soil, and when he turned around and walked back, he unconsciously turned the wedding ring on his ring finger. Quiet, "The dead body is the biggest reminder."

After Jiang Wenluo returned to the room, he suddenly remembered what that salty rain was.

It is tears.

Feeling tired, Jiang Wenluo took off the sweater on his body, spread it on the wet bed, curled up and prepared to fall asleep, his eyelashes trembled slightly with his eyes closed, and he hugged himself with both hands.

Two hours later, the sound of high heels hitting the ground sounded outside the door, and it stopped in front of Jiang Wenluo's door again.

The rain outside had stopped, and the moon came out, and the dim light flowed in along the steps of the curtains, spreading like water on Jiang Wenluo's slender ankles, illuminating half of his cheek.

"Click." With a soft sound, the door was pushed open, and a black shadow sneaked into Jiang Wenluo's room.It stood by the door and kept staring at him, as if confirming Jiang Wenluo's sleeping state.

Jiang Wenluo's breathing was heavy and long.

A reflective fruit knife was exposed directly, and stabbed at Jiang Wenluo's heart——

The author has something to say: rest tomorrow = w = the saved manuscript is gone, I will save it.